Inspirius!

heartbreaking doctor who moments ♢ vincent hearing his worth

“Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with a bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase ‘silent as the grave.’ Do I make myself clear?”

Abelas: The shemlen are as poor at keeping their word as reputed. Morrigan: As you assumed, else why would you have fled to destroy the Well? Abelas: And we will defend the vir’abelasan, as we ever have. Morrigan: With what? These few warriors who remain at your side?

Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between. 

‘’ “…Kneel.” The ground was all stones and mud. “Uncle, I—” “Kneel. Or are you too proud now, a lordling of the green lands come among us?” Theon knelt. He had a purpose here, and might need Aeron’s help to achieve it. A crown was worth a little mud and horseshit on his breeches, he supposed.

“Bow your head.” Lifting the skin, his uncle pulled the cork and directed a thin stream of seawater down upon Theon’s head. It drenched his hair and ran over his forehead into his. Sheets washed down his cheeks, and a finger crept under his cloak and doublet and down his back, a cold rivulet along his spine. The salt made his eyes burn, until it was all he could do not to cry out. He could taste the ocean on his lips. ’’

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Just reread Theon’s first chapter and… 😬My dislike for this problematic squid in my first read is justified… 😬